That afternoon, in a fairly quiet café on the outskirts of the city, Tania sat across from Gevan. Soft music played in the background, but the atmosphere between them felt tense. Gevan took a sip of his drink without expression, while Tania wore a faint smile, as if she already held control.

“You look a mess,” Tania said, crossing her legs. “Drinking nonstop won’t solve anything.”

Gevan let out a short laugh. “I don’t need a lecture.”

“I’m not here to lecture you,” Tania replied casually. “I came with a solution.”

Gevan raised an eyebrow. “A solution?”

Tania leaned forward, lowering her voice. “You want Sheena to stay away from...